The Canticles: With the Te Deum, Office of Holy Communion and Other Services of the Church, with Music

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Charles Lewis Hutchins
M.H. Mallory, 1872 - 64
 

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Strona 269 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought. 6 Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath ; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death ! 680 Another.
Strona 355 - Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love.
Strona 72 - I would not live alway' ; no'; welcome the tomb : Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom : There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Strona 228 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Strona 288 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue ; And after death in distant worlds The glorious theme renew.
Strona 167 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.
Strona 229 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Strona 230 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live : Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Strona 349 - The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Strona 66 - WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died ; My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my. God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.

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